Comes a Time is a collection of poems and essays exploring the aging process (senescence), and the attributes (essence) that make us who we fundamentally are. The reader is never too far from finding humor where time becomes a diminishing number of cells doubling. Dedicated to all the sexagenarians, septuagenarians, octogenarians, and nonagenarians, who are no longer capable of dividing but are still alive and metabolically active, Comes a Time looks at age more like a gem of polished driftwood washed up on a white sandy shore, rather than a gnarly old oak tree all bark, no bite. In these pages old age means reinventing yourself verses becoming a product of a disposable world: If you don't use it, you know, it wears down from lack of friction with life, and rusts. Old age is a cocktail of awe & wonder with an olive of doubt. The music you love no longer plays at the top of the charts, the melody that rattles in your mind is vinyl, and stages of your life begin and end like mile markers on the interstate. Songs grow old and lose their shape. Memories lingering long in the recesses of the mind, ever present, we wait for the future to sit down beside us, and listen to the music. Aging is journeying a lifetime to get to where there Comes a Time, you have a need to step out of the picture, and elevate the consciousness of illusion in an endeavor to know yourself.